RPG Characters thread.

Dislikes: Being attacked for no reason. People being shunned for being different

Personality: Quiet, pretty cold and emotionless at first glance, and doesn't show too many expressions, but isn't a bad person when you get to know him.

Appearance:

Special Skill: Mind control. Only capable with his eyes in their Yoma state. For maximum control, requires eye contact with his target. Otherwise, can only manipulate Yoki flow at the very least.

History: Born between a male and female Claymore, Kazuki Morisaki was a new breed of warrior for the organization. Rather than simply implant Yoma flesh and blood straight into a man to give him his power, Kazuki was born as a hybrid between 2 Claymore to be raised as a warrior from birth as a way to test if it could reduce the chances of him being seduced by the power and becoming an Awakened Being while, at the same time, allowing him to become a stronger warrior than a typical male. Shortly after being born, he is left in the hands of a caregiver to be raised among humans in a nearby village and, when old enough, to be trained in the ways of the organization in hopes of becoming that power warrior.

Unfortunately, the caregiver is later killed by (unbeknownst to her and Kazuki) the organization, causing Kazuki to fall into the care of a hunted male Claymore warrior who escaped the village with him. During much of his later childhood, Kazuki was trained by the male Claymore, whose name he never knew, in the art of swordsmanship and combat with Yoma.

On one fateful day, the male Claymore, like most male warriors, ended up succumbing to his power and began to awaken. With his last human words, he gets Kazuki to slay him, allowing him to die while still human and leaving Kazuki to survive alone from that day forward.

To this day, Kazuki has continued to travel while honing his skills and earning money for his living by doing various jobs in a village, but rarely ever stays in 1 village for very long.

Misc: Rather than the typical yellow glow a Claymore's eyes would become from releasing some Yoki, because of his half-breed birth, Kazuki rather has red eyes.

.: Likes :.
The scent of Chamomille and Jasmine. Night time hours gazing at the brightly lit moon.

.: Dislikes :.
Yoma and Awakened Beings. Arrogant cocky humans with a lust for Claymores thanks to the law and the decree Claymores must never harm human beings. Male Claymores and even worse a Male Awakened Being

.:Personality:.
Loyal, independant and reserved, Sisteena may act coldly at times but she's actually suppressing her emotions in order to focus on her given mission. Sisteena could best be described as a lone wolf, relying very little on outside help to accomplish her goals even during team missions. Though she is trained to adapt to her surroundings and act if neccessary to her advantage she tries to minimise this adaptation to her surroundings if possible and prefers a front assault compared to cunning tactics unless required to.

.:Special Skill:.Devil's Right Arm: Sisteena stay calm and with a very strong spirit she initiates an awakening on her right arm carefull fighting her yoma so herself isn't pulled into losing herself to the fully awakened arm. By releasing her yoma energy into one arm alone she is able to transform her arm into a gigantic demonic arm coated in thick armour plating which can be used as a shield against blades and various weapons whilst acting also as a makeshift weapon that can slash against an enemy with a monstrous force. As much as she has good control at maintaining this awakened arm her limit cannot go past anymore than 5~7minutes as the strain continues to break rapidly should she go over the limit eventually will lead to her full awakening of which she won't be able to return from. But until her limit of 5~7minutes have exceeded she can fight calmly maintaining her human appearance without any distortion, however should she go past her limit she begins to distort very rapidly. Sisteena's specialty is her manipulation of her right arm's flow of yoki and its awakening.

(Note: If its too unreasonable do tell I'm willing to downsize it if need be)

.:History:.
Sisteena was one of the many casualties of the north Vieena civil wars. Fleeing with her parents and sisters they travelled with other refugees leaving behind their native homelands towards the southern borders where they were promised food and shelter as well as means of survival in new lands. Despite living a nomads life from her young age she was a happy girl who had 3 older sisters who looked after her and parents whom adored her. Through the nomadic life they've encountered horrible bandits countless times but these bandits never left such horrible nightmares on one encounter where the refugees encountered a hungry dying man who looked like he was being hunted down from yomas. The same man travelled with the refugee and slowly recovered but mysteriously one by one refugees started to disappear in numbers. On one evening of full moon, Sisteena saw the same man enter her oldest sister Cecila's tent to exit with his hand drenched with crimson liquid. The girl informed her parents and the refugees surrounded the man questioning the whereabouts of Cecilia, torches and weapons drawn towards him. All Sisteena remembered seeing was the colour red as her surroundings soon smeared all over with blood and guts human remains among them her parents and other sisters lying motionless as a monster dug its colossal jaws into each living humans ripping their organs from their bodies. Shocked and traumatized little Sisteena watched the whole massacre happening right before her very eyes, her eyes try as she might could not close them as she fixed her gaze at the monster while her throat felt dry unable to scream or shout. Without remembering much other than the blood and gore spilt before her she passed out until she was awakened by a group of tall women dressed in uniform armors with swords as tall as they. A man in the black took her by her shoulders and that was the last scene etched into the back of her mind a nightmare that would haunt her forever. The place she arrived was a city, most of it buried under the earth with houses built on small caves dug around the rocky cliffs. Here she was trained to forget and lose her human heart for she will one day be rebirthed into the same warrior women who saved her and she would serve this organization as a Claymore.

.:Misc:
Because her family was massacred in the Northern parts of the world where a male awakened being had slaughtered them, Sisteena has been sent on missions around this area rich with snow almost throughout all years. Hence her choice of attire is slightly different and she wears a long cloak to blend in with the locals if she must. Sisteena continues the search for the Male Awakened who has barely escaped the Claymore organization last time when Sisteena was saved. Ah yes and lastly I know the pic I produced has the girl having black hair but I'm hoping you guys would have enough common sense to ignore that minor detail lol.

.:Past Story:.

The earth shook under the constant beatings it took under the steady drumming of hooves, warcries of twisted men and the screams of their victims screached against the town walls. Will of the wisps came to life and flew across the plains and onto the rooftops of many houses travelling in many arrows shot from the darkness outside. Local soldiers ran towards their comrades screams sounding loud horns while more fell on the opposite side of the town. Fires engulfed the town, its walls now painted in disgusting red colours, fires eating through the thick liquid the girl was pulled abruptly. Her own home met its end as a watchtower crumbled flinging heavy pile of bricks onto the building. They ran as swiftly and as quickly as their human feet could take them.

"Run towards the river bank! We must hurry!" The girl's father shouted as he lifted his daughter and cradled her into his arm. Sweat rained down onto his chin, his once fine moustache grazed against the girl's cheek leaving painful sensation, nontheless she found no effort to cry or resist in the shock of the events that happened all within less than an hour. One of the local guards led the way, he wore the insignia of their lord Cardinal Revalhad of the Rabona order. Coincidentally the first to flee the city. The civil war mattered no more for the once opposing church guards and the peasants whom rebelled. Under heavy confusion everyone was interested in one goal, their own salvation and survival. Hauberk in his hands and light armour made of hard leather hung from the guard as he made his way through the narrow passages taking his shortcut towards the river bank. She wondered why everything had to change so quickly even the air she once thought fresh felt heavy and tasted like a mixture of smoke and blood.

"There we're almost there!" exclaimed the guard and just as things looked brighter sounds of horses drew nearer accompanied by arrows whistling past narrowly missing their marks. Feeling that it was in his best interest the guard ran past the family, making his way towards the river bank where horses were stationed, he continued running until he stopped abruptly falling to his side with a piece of metal exiting through his mouth while toring open a fine hole through the back of his neck. The body trembled as if in disbelief before steadily coming to a halt laying still. While the attention diverted to the guard the family escaped through the walls one by one climbing over, covered by the building and the narrow passage they came from. The village and the inner cities now blazed in fires of purgatory as if great god Rabona himself placed punishment on the sinful city of residents whom rebelled and killed more of their own kinds. The girl stared back at her once home town, but smiled. She still had her family.

Day 12
Other refugees from Vieena were found and the family did not hesitate to join the refugees heading South where they were promised fresh lands and a new start on their life under the rule of a fairer lord who recently claimed fiefdom in Vouskcany a Southern port town.

Day 27
A lone man was encountered with serious injuries of which looked to be giant blade wounds. Dressed in nothing but a flimsy traveller's cloak and simple jerkins and pants the refugees have taken pity on the survivor of a tragic chase and took him to the camp. Embers glowed eerily as he was laid in the father's tent tending to his wounds were the girl's sisters Cecila and Claudine. Miraculously the man recovered exponentially leaving no trace of the wounds the refugees have originally discovered.

Day 29
Something is strange, slowly one by one people have become missing and tonight something awful has happened....

The moon was full, its brilliance gazed down upon Sisteena as she watched the fireflies dancing in the night sky. Crickets sang and she lay next to her father tending the firewood and their dinner. A glimmer of speed caught her eyes but there was nothing there as if it had past by them without ever making a sound or existence, speed so quick that had it not been the reed flute in her hands bending with the wind Sisteena would never have noticed. A man stood behind Cecilia's tent slowly opening the entrance and sweapt past. Curiosity was strong in this one, the girl made her way towards the tent but slowly not to wake her sister or to alert the man inside. Her small figure hid behind the carrage next to the horses and trying not to make any sound she crept inside the carrage and tried to listen to the sound inside. Only she didn't hear any noise except for a plunge, the sort one would make falling a boots into thick mud almost and silence. What exit the tent was the same man licking the thick liquid of colour on his hand but that was the least scary when compared to the distorted eyes she bare witness. The man made his way towards the carrage slowly. While she remained still and quiet trembling in fear and knowing what came towards her was not man but something far sinister she dared not move a muscle nor scream for help. Fear of this creature constricted her heart and her very soul so much it hurt her yet she could not move.

"SOMEONE! ANYONE!! HELP!!!" a voice cried out in a loud shout behind the monster standing barely 10meters away from the carriage. The girl's father baring an axe in his two sturdy hands ran across the hill, his form and the cry from earlier alerted the other refugees as they came towards the scene of Sisteena's father and his arms quickly being severed from the father's body. Scaly fingers retracted back to the hands of the creature that was once man but in its place stood a monster of a being that frightened all.

"Its a Yoma!!! Run!!!" cried a refugee but before he could say anymore let alone his deathcry the iron hands ripped apart the boys vocal chords and his head fell back barely staying attached to the neck. Soon Sisteena witnessed horrors she thought she'd never see. Even the scene of bandits couldn't scare the girl so much as internal organs were ripped out from bodies after bodies from victims who cried and pleaded to be spared. What was wrong with this world? had she and the refugees really been sent to hell? The girl lay unconsious and motionless after seeing the scene before here, falled corpses and rotting organs surrounded before her with earth feeding on countless blood that sprayed across it. It was hopeless, she was going to die....

The place she awakened was not the place she last remembered as she came to. 4 women their hair uniformly matched each other's blonde colours while their eyes glinted silver, they wore unfamiliar armours and held swords taller then Sisteena in one hand as simple as if one would hold a twig.

"You're awake" Said a man. Sisteena looked behind her and noticed a man dressed in black, his eyes hidden behind the dark glasses while his bald head was covered by the matching coloured hat.

"You're awake" the man repeated and this time he gave her a slight and calm smile towards her. "It was a close call but if it had not been these women standing behind you, you would have also joined the rest of the refugees."

Thats right... she thought thinking back to the nightmares earlier. Dried up eyes suddenly swelled up and the girl burst into tears, her voice finally returned to her as well providing the girl with the ability to cry.

"Tsk tsk what a strange girl you are. Crying won't help you in anyway right now hmm... or would you rather follow your friends to their grave?" The shortest one amongst them lifted Sisteena off her feet and gazed into her hazel eyes. Only slightly taller than Sisteena but she towered over her with just her gaze from her cheerful silver eyes.

"Now now, theres no need to scare her." The man in the black casually cautioned the shortest warrior among the four and she smiled then patted Sisteena before taking a step back for the man to kneel before her. "Little one, the girls before you have all gone through the similar pains and experiences you witnessed last night. They are what humans call Claymores, warriors designed to hunt monsters you've seen last night. If you'd like would you like to come with us?"

Rank: Trainee (He hasn't been assigned a position among the remaining males yet)

Race: Claymore

Type: Offensive

Alignment: Neutral

Likes: Fire

Dislikes: Beer, wine, vodka, anything to do with alcohol

Personality: Narrow-minded to the point of being a fanatic yet conceals his arrogance with a calm demeanor. Is quiet. Believes in nothing but his own abilities, which slows down his inevitable awakening. For now. A consequence of this a tendency to abandon his team-mates during battle and push almost to his limits. He doesn't make friends easily among his comrades. Resents humans. Contrary to his personality, he is lonely.

Special Skill: Ignition of Ankh. The exhalation of a highly oxyginated mixture. Three conditions should be met for this skill to be optimal. First, the enemy must have a tough enough skin that sparks are possible. Second, he must cut his open his palm. (Internal wounds don't meet this condition since the skin isn't broken.) Third, Deimos needs to use all the air in one of his lungs.

Using his yoma energy to channel his breath down his bloodstream, it escapes as an expansive mist from the open wound, an inflammable compound instilled with his yoma energy. This gaseous mixture wreathes his blade for a short period of time before dissipating. A typical move is to stick the blade in and cause an explosion.

Two disadvantages to using this skill is a need to strike at once before the mixture becomes impotent, a need to attack at close range, and the number of times--two--this skill can be used. Aftereffects of using this skill include oxygen deprivation and a temporary loss of motor control.

In other words, Deimos becomes extremely weakened and easy to attack.

Appearance: Since people are bandying pictures about...

His appearance is whatever male claymores were supposed to look like. (I'm assuming white-bleached hair and silver eyes, slim in uniform, armor, and claymore over his shoulder.) A distinguishing trait is his hair and a fondness for heavy winter cloaks dyed the sick purple color of yoma blood.

History: Deimos hates alcohol. His father was a merchant, killed by a yoma at a tavern up North while promoting the latest products of his distillery. Then a fire razed his town to the ground. To make matters worse, his mother became so traumatized by the death of her husband that she chose to sever Deimos from her.

That's when the organization picked him up. Deimos was nine then. Now he is sixteen.

He buried himself in fanatical training for the single purpose of all claymores: kill yoma. All else is useless mental baggage, such as the past. The recent decision of the organization to begin using female claymores, however, and the awakening of male claymores, has put Deimos in a damned-if-you-do, damned-if-you-don't situation. Suspicion and mistrust have increased for the male warriors. Sensing that the transition years will not go well, he is determined to hold himself back from the inevitable awakening to fulfill his intended purpose. To prove that male claymores are not inferior to the new female types.

Deimos is yet undecided whether he will choose to continue living when he awakens or send his black card.

Misc: any person to offer him beer will end up headfirst through the lid of a winecask.

Past Story Excerpt~

Seventh Year

Deimos snuck into the kitchen in the cold hours of morning. A flicker of dawn lit the gloom. Bedraggled, but not the least bit sleepy, he warmed his hands by the ember glow of the stone oven. The gleam in his blue eyes reflected thoughts of forts, armies, and snowballs.

Winter was a season for war.

He startled in his nightclothes when a loud splat bounced off the tiny kitchen window. A muffled voice came through the frosted glass, and he recognized its owner from the childish malice lurking under the words.

"Out you pop, yellow hedgehog!"

Bloody hell. It's that damned Iapto!

Deimos ran up the stairs to his small bedroom without a second's thought for his mother's much needed sleep. The planking creaked underfoot. He threw off his nightclothes and randomly put on boots, faded trousers, and a warm tunic over his long underwear. He itched, but his skin had long grown used to wool. To cap it off he wrapped on a thick scarf in his favorite red-and-black checker pattern.

He paused in his rush by the kitchen on the way downstairs. After a moment's hesitation, he grabbed a cold sausage from yesterday's leftovers on the table. Deimos broke his fast, all the while unlatching the door and muttering between mouthfuls, "My warrior name is Demon! Why the blazes does he keep calling me hedgehog?!"

War games were fine to while away the passage of time, as were such things like school and helping out in the family shop, but Deimos could no longer hold off his impatience.

Two years and not a word apart from infrequent letters. Why?

"Father's been gone too long." He shook his mother's knee, looked up at an angelic face strained by the years, framed with blond curls tied back in a ponytail. They huddled in the kitchen, the oven doubling as a fireplace. "Is...is he even coming back, mother?"

"He's coming back."

Deimos shook his head. "When?"

"When he's brokered a deal for someone to expand the distillery. He's further up North now, past Pieta." She closed her eyes then pinched the bridge of her nose. "We can't live on stocking the taverns and inns for long. We're almost out of yeast and malt, and there aren't any supplies coming in from the south."

He didn't appreciate her frank truthfulness. "When?!"

"Deimos." His mother opened her eyes. "Your father is trying his best. Learn to give him a bit more time. We all need a little more time. The yoma--"

She cut herself off.

Deimos understood that there are some things adults will not talk about. He knew a little of trade. And bandits. And ambushes. People talked over children's heads, but often under the assumption they paid only the slightest of attention to such boring doings. If he kept quiet, someone at some point would run through the rumors.

Yoma. Horrible monsters. Creatures so ancient that nobody knew where they came from or why they liked to murder people and eat them.

The thought that surfaced in his head caused an electric shiver down his arms. What if--

No. He wouldn't think of that. Deimos studied his mother's face and saw the worry there.

He wouldn't think of that at all.

* * *

The message came on a cold morning day. Just like the day he buried Iapto under his own fort.

His mother accepted the fact with a calmness that proved she'd gone into shock. From his vantage point behind his mother's skirt, the messenger at the door looked grim himself, bloodied and bruised in torn armor.

A yoma massacred tavern-goers one night. The northern town's militia overwhelmed the beast, but not before suffering casualities on the border of attrition.

Fifty guardia dead. None of the people inside the tavern survived. And one of them had been Deimos' father.

* * *

The fire happened after he cried himself to sleep.

Deimos awoke. The smell of smoke wracked his lungs with pain.

His first thoughts leapt to the wellbeing of his surviving kin.

"Mother!"

He tumbled out of bed. Strange. His mind was clear, almost empty but for the one purpose foremost in his head.

Smoke clouded up from under the windowsill and from gaps in the walls. Deimos coughed until his eyes blurred and he couldn't make out the wood grains of the floor any longer. Got to get out of here. Get mother.

The fire. Where? He heard the flames crackling and the growing roar of a blaze. The sound froze him. Purpose escaped him. The beginnings of panic set in.

Not the kitchen. It can't be the stove. Even in grief he'd automatically banked the charcoal from marked habit.

Deimos flinched when he heard a rafter give way somewhere. Below? Or the cellars, where the alcohol was kept?

The alcohol--

"Damn."

His mother pounded on the bedroom door. "Deimos!"

* * *

By the time they escaped outside, half-blind and lungs pierced with coughs, the entire front and side of the house lit the night, a fiery inferno that licked up any flammable material, melted the snow, and dulled the stones black with cinders and ash.

Theirs wasn't the only house afire.

Townsfolk gathered in the square nearby, a clustered mass of confusion and bewilderment. They shirked at the kiss of the flames, the heat, the loss of all their belongings and livelihood.

Both of them joined the people, drawn in by the instinctive reaction common to many in a time of disaster. Hunker down or flee.

Deimos clutched his mother around the waist and buried his head in her nightgown. He took comfort in the fact she still had the strength to stand. He blinked back tears. Father's gone, but mother's here. He'd be lying if he thought he didn't need father, but now, right now--

It looks alright but I think we were meant to display a short role play for your characters pasts.

I have some questions. How are we going to distribute ranks amongst normal players?
Also I've given some thoughts but about Riful.... what should we make it her special skill? I'm sure she has one as a single digit but what?

Edit: Read Demios special skill.

The first is the heating of the blade, the second is to fire a single bolt of flame, and the last is reaching the blade's critical level to the point where it begins to melt and deform.

Heating of the blade? Care to explain or go more indepth as to how this is possible?
Firing projectiles is a bit dragon ball Z don't you think? Unless its a power that stems from creating projectiles by molding yoma energies into a physical form such as Duph's iron bars and Isley's arrows I don't think thats plausible.
Melting blade... this too need some thoughts to it. So what happens then if you lets say melt it in attempt to kill? and you missed. then what?

History is rather too shallow. I don't understand how a fire can start out of nowhere and a man selling alcohol just stands there and gets charred to the ground. It lacks details, what happened during the fire? how did the fire start? when and what were the people doing? where was Deimos at the time? was he safe or was he injured? Explain how alcohol became part of his great dislike, was it because it was a reason why his father died? if so what kind of relationship did Deimos shared with his father to make this experience a particularily a bad one for him? How and exactly why did his mother get traumatized? was she there? and how on earth does she just decide to leave him just because her husband died from selling alcohol and the town burnt down to ashes?

Deimos' hates alcohol. His father was a merchant, killed by a yoma at a tavern up North while promoting the latest products of his distillery. Then a fire razed his town to the ground. To make matters worse, his mother became so traumatized by the death of her husband that she chose to sever Deimos from her.

Theres too little and hardly nothing solid about Deimos. And theres almost nothing in regards to his life as a Claymore too or the part about his well being after he was approached by the Black robed men.

Also reflect on the current era and the situation that puts him in. Where does he stand right now? what is the organization's plan for him when they stopped manufacturing male claymores? What is the organization's motivation to keep him alive and allow him to ascend into a claymore? is he loyal? does he want to kill yoma badly for them? The character can use alot more fleshing out.

Special Skill: Trigger Blade. Using the friction when his blade collides against especially tough skin and only against such hard surfaces, the sparks produced allows him to absorb the energy into the sword and manipulate it as he pleases.

I seem to find this skill disheartening. What you're doing is manipulating something outside of your own body and essentially a completely different element/entity, Fire. We have yet to see such a claymore ability and I feel that the power is straying too much from how Claymores and their special powers work. Try to minimize the special skills and their powers to that of what they could do with their bodies and mind. Enhanced physical attributes, speed, sight, biological remodification, and possibly similar powers as Galatea is something we could consider if you are trying to be original about it. Try to keep it limited to what you'd expect to see from a Claymore world.

Heating of the blade? Care to explain or go more indepth as to how this is possible?
Firing projectiles is a bit dragon ball Z don't you think? Unless its a power that stems from creating projectiles by molding yoma energies into a physical form such as Duph's iron bars and Isley's arrows I don't think thats plausible.
Melting blade... this too need some thoughts to it. So what happens then if you lets say melt it in attempt to kill? and you missed. then what?

I was thinking of something along Duff's skill, how he's able to shoot those darts from his mouth. As for the melting blade--if he misses, that's a big opening for the opponent and there's a chance the blade will shatter. And considering how fickle rolling dice can be...

I dunno. Should I stick to the simpler concept of Deimos manipulating his yoma energy during the near-limit state to heat the blade? (Since he's a claymore the usual physical attributes are a given.) It's not like its actually going to be on fire with flames dancing over it. Just red hot, like steel in a furnace.

This just gives him the advantage of being able to cut through really thick stuff like that awakened being in episode 19. With all the problems of having the blade heated, of course. Melting, shatter, or explode.

Profile

.: Likes :.
Perfecting his skills, gazing at the stars and being with the few claymores he considers friends. Getting things done quickly and efficiently.

.: Dislikes :.
Anything he considers an enemy no matter the race, him or his few friends being hurt, and being made to wait and making other wait. People who show off also annoy him too.

.:Personality:.
Despite having a face that seem perpetually pissed off Arc is a very calm calculating person. Likes to work with only a select few fellow claymores but, if it isn’t with any of them he would prefer going solo thought he will work with others. Preferring to get rid of any enemies quickly, with minimal risk to himself and others, he developed mid-range special skills.

.:Appearance:.
Couldn't really decide on appearance so, I will go with the description of a medium built man with stern face and the other usual claymore attributes.

.:Special Skill:.
Phantom Spear: Arc with his strong desire of survival and fear of awakening, despite working under the organization, developed a sword technique based on the creation of a mid range assaults. Due to his sword thrust in combination with self made modifications to the claymore to point that the claymore is only a strong, sharp shell concealing a reach beyond that of a normal claymore. The modifications include extend joints and a heavier then normal tip. The sword can extend approximately 3 meters into a straight trajectory which seems almost invisible to naked eye hence the name Phantom Spear. The blade only extends due to linear direction for of Arc's thrusting or stabing motion, any other motion will not cause the blade to extend. Thought Arc could use the blade fully extended, Arc avoids that in order to conceal the true length of the blade and avoid damaging this blade extension joints thought these can cut objects too they are brittle compared to the rest of the sword. The sword also retracts due to pull back motion from thrust position which can also be use to vary the length or extention but this means pulling back faster. With a single thrust it has the power to pierce the average awaken being skin at the maximum reach of the blade. Although the sword has a longer reach due to the modification it still works well as a normal claymore.

Rapid Pulse Strike: Arc original technique before using the modified sword. Can use with regular claymore or with the modified claymore. Though with the modified claymore takes a lose the advantage of longer reach due to the speed which these thrust are accomplished however piercing power of the attack is greater as well. There is added a bonus of a knockback ability, however this is only gained when using at least 20&#37; of his Yoma aura. The knockback ablity is created due to sonic booms made by the rapid movments of blade with great force behind them. This knockback ability only cause opponent to feel the force equivlent to being run into by an average human within 2 meter in front of the stiking series of thrusts from the claymore and goes down to a gust of wind after the sonic boom travelling 6 meter. This special skill can only be used with thrust in front or the side in which Arc is wielding his sword. Also this strike may be able to pierce a awakenbeings skin it will only weaken its skin due to the double edged sonicboom of this attack, unless the target is massive enough that it won't be pushed back by the sonicboom. It also very tiring for the arm using this attack and can only maintained no more then 1 minute bursts after which Arc arm is pretty much useless. This move due to amount of Yoma aura used and the drawback of only being able to uses this move for 1 minute a move that can only be used in only certain situations. This move is normally used by Arc as shield to deflect mulitudes of attacks, attacks that he can't dodge and would be critical if they hit, and as a way of pushing back and/or temporary distract enemies to escape. Thought if forced to used when cornered weaking the opponent in bid to set up a killing blow.

.:History:.
Arc was orphaned at a young age of 4 due to a big fire in the small village of Des on the west side of the continent. It seems that they died in there sleep. The fire caused by a claymore fight with Yoma. This is the result from a lamp being knocked over in right into some bushes next to the house. Through these combinations of events many of the kids of this village were orphaned. After this the village was hit by hard times due to the high fee charged by the organization and the village was forced to sell the orphaned children to slavers and many of the young orphaned children were sold to the organization to be raised as claymores. Part of the last generation of male claymores his main objective is to avoid dying or awakening. This is mainly due to an incident where one of the few claymores he consider friend had awakened. This friend was of the same generation as Arc and was named Colt. During a hunt for multiple Yomas; Arc with three fellow claymores which including Arc’s friend Colt of course. Colt was put into a difficult situation due to trying to show off his skills and ended up critically injured. Colt attemped to use Yoma aura to heal woundes during battle. This resulted in Colt releasing too much of his Yoma aura causing himself to awaken. After killing all the Yomas surrounding him, he started targeting his former comrades. Arc and his remaining teammate’s manage to kill Colt however another comrade die in this battle with his former friend. This resulted in Arc desire to avoid using Yoma aura as much as possible. Hence the development of Phantom Spear to allow him to fight in a way that avoids using Yoma aura and lower risk of being in danger.

.:Misc:
Arc originally special skill called Rapid Pulse Strike which is a shorter range attack with mid range effects that however relied on Yoma Aura. Using only technique aspect of this move made a weapon that take advantage of this skills to form a new technique called Phantom Spear that requires no Yoma Aura to use. Thought it seems a offensive technique at first; the way Arc uses it is mostly as a shield which strikes key points to disperse attacks. Arc devoloped the orignal skill with the help from his claymore friend Colt. Also pretty much Arc seems to be sent on many difficult mission as of late. This seem to be the way the organizations attempts to remove male claymores at present rather then simply removing them. The organizations attempts to kill Arc through mission is too apparent yet Arc except this as part of the situation for the moment. Also the reason for this type of weapon and special skill is due to the character history of avoiding using yoma aura as much as possible and wanting to avoid being hurt it just suit this character better.

Last edited by kenjmg; 08-28-2007 at 07:36 PM.
Reason: Fixing up Special Skill

I'm quite confused at the various range attacks thats been created so far. You could alternatively have something coming out of your body that could be fired like a projectile I think that would be within the bounds of what could be acceptable. For instance although it is originally an idea from Naruto you could adopt the idea and mold it in so it could be possible from a Claymore world point of view.

Example would be
The manipulation of one's bones inside his/her body by strengthening ones yoki from internally awakening not the physical body itself but the bones inside their body. With careful precautions taken into manipulating and forming a bone coated in yoma energy he/she can create an immensely sharp blade made from the individual's bone or fire small but lethal projectiles of bone bullets from their fingers. The process however takes one's body to extremes and they must be emitting over 30&#37; of yoma energy before their skin can open and close without damaging their internal organs from removing various bones from the body. This skill much like Duph's endless bars can be used as much as they like provided the strain doesn't cause the user to become a full awakened. You are limited to 3~5actions in this form otherwise Yoma energy will gradually take over if you test your limit.

Well thats one idea I can come up with in regards to having a projectile attack. Just that elemental attacks I don't see it possible in a Claymore world. Sorry guys.

I have a tendency to be minimalist and short on descriptions. Is that okay?

.:Special Skill:.
Phantom arrow: Arc with his strong desire of survival despite working under the organization developed a sword technique based on the creation of a wind pulse due to his sword thrust. The pulse effect of Arc’s skill phantom arrow varies based on how the thrust is performed. With a full thrust it has the power to pierce the average awaken being armor and do worthwhile damage from approximately 20 meters, however this attack takes 2 seconds to do it accurately and &#188; second if you ignore accuracy. If doing only half thrust it takes only &#188; second to do it accurately and 1/32 second without accuracy, however the effective range is reduced to approximately 5 meters. This technique depends on hitting a critical point or hitting often given the small area of damage equivalent to the claymores tip.

This I see as kinda feasible, the elemental strike thing though, not at all. However, the changes I would make to this would be to make your sword kinda like the bandits falcon sword from volume 4, a blade that can extend like a whip giving it long range. Then using a yoma powered thrust and extending the blade you get a similar effect.

Originally Posted by Saikudoh

Special Skill: Trigger Blade. Using the friction when his blade collides against especially tough skin and only against such hard surfaces, the sparks produced allows him to absorb the energy into the sword and manipulate it as he pleases. His favorite move is similar to a bangstick. Stick the blade in the head of the yoma and release the pent-up energy.

Again, mostly feasible with the right explaination. Way I would do it, is Deimos uses Yoma energy to breath out a highly oxyginated...something, using the sparks from his sword he ignites the oxygen concentrate causing an explosion. down sides would be Deimos is quite breathless for a while after using the attack, and getting caught in the explosion (which could be a minor thing for him).

The only way I see the blade storing energy thing is if the attack works like Ray's. The rest of it I don't see happening.

I have a tendency to be minimalist and short on descriptions. Is that okay?

That's fine with me as long as we get what's going on, make sure you know if other people understand what exactly is going on in your head.

I'll put up a couple of profiles soon after a few more are done and the people who've done their are happy and don't need anymore help.

So, I got finally around to write and post a character...
I will add a little roleplay later, for now I just want to finally post it. Suggestions are, of course, welcome.

Name: Beatrix

Nickname: Bea

Gender: Female

Rank: Yet to be decided

Race: Claymore

Type: Defensive

Agliment: Good

Likes: Food, wine, and generally a feeling that she is alive

Dislikes: Death. It doesn’t matter if it it is a human or fellow claymore, she always try her best to protect the life of everyone nearby,. She does not trust Male Claymores.

Peronality:
Bea is fiercelly loyal to her comrades, doing her best to protect them. She gladly obeys commands or advices from organisation or other claymores. However there is a feeling inside her, that although she would often do everything to save lives around her, it is only her life, that truly matters, and her personal abilities, or her position as Eye/covert ops and supportive warrior instead of one of those offensive front-line fighters mirror that. She constantly tries to fight and beat that feeling, often fighting without regard to her own life or health. Ironically, that makes her often more aggressive or reckless than pure offensive warriors.

Appearance:
Just imagine her with silver hair and claymore uniform, it is the best picture I could find.

Special Skills:"Void"
With this technique Bea begins to emit a special, altered yoma energy filled with a very strong sensation of “nothingness”. If someone senses this special yoma energy, it will trick his/her mind into believing that he didn’t sense anything, instead of sensing yoma energy inprinted with sensation of “nothingness”. The technique is so strong, that when the enemy senses this yoma energy, it will trick all his senses in believing that Beatrix had simply vanished, making Beatrix completely invisible and undetectable for any other sense(like smell, hearing, or touch). Unfortunetly the confusion lasts only for 3-10 seconds, then, Beatrix will “reappear” to her opponent senses if she is still in its range. (The time of invisibility depends on opponents willpower, experience or how skilled is he in sensing yoma energy)

History:
Beatrix was born and raised as an aristocrat in a one of the most noble families in the city of Rabona. As a child she was quite unruly and adventurous behaving more like a boy then a young aristocrat lady, however becouse of her youth, and her not-very-important position of youngest child her family tolerated it to an extent. She often ran away from home, wandering around city, talking to travelers, sightseeing the city or simply daydreaming. One of those “escapes” made her witness a catastrophe. An inexperienced male claymore had to dispatch a few yomas that were lurking in the city, and making nobility uneasy. Unfortunetly it was a bigger pack of yomas then the organisation has expected and the young claymore, desperate and hopelessly overpowered has awakened. In the end of his rampage, the half of city was reduced into bloody ruins, and most of the inhabittans, including the nobility living in the city was slayed. Beatrix was one of the few lucky that survived and was traveling aimlessly through the South for almost a month, wandering from town to town, until she didn’t met a man in black one day….
As a claymore, she showed remarkable talents in sensing and manipulating yoma energy, making the organisation to train her as a support warrior and back-up “Eye”..

Misc:
She deveploped an annoying peronal quirk in her unhumanly calm and polite behavior. She never raise her voice or swear,refers to every male as “mister” and every woman as “lady”, and behaves very reserved and respectfully toward anyone she mets as if he was a well-known noble.
She also posess a long silken ribbon, her only possesion from a long-gone friend that she uses to tie her hair into a pony-tail, when she begins to be serious.